The Celtic Storm

So, if you've been around these parts since the begininng of hockey season, you'd know that I presented my readers with the "First Annual Fantasy Hockey League Competition". And the hype has held up (mostly because I'm winning. If I was losing, as commisioner, I would dissolve the league and never speak of it again.) So the league is comprised of myself, my former boss, and a bunch of broads. There is even a team named "SeansExes" (and you thought I was exaggerating when I said they'd stop at nothing to beat me at anything). This young ladies had no idea what they were getting themselves in to. It is simply a slaughter. During league play, a woman has held the number one position exactly zero days. This despite the fact that I was hit by a car (twice) and was in the hospital with swine flu. It's like shooting puppies in a cage (right Michael Vick?) And Helen, if you want to feel the awesomeness that is my Fantasy Hockey skill, I'll save you a spot next year (unless you beat me. Then I'll delete the league and deny it ever existed.) Here's some of my "Commisioners Notes" so far this year;


"Notice every female in the league is below me... where they belong. You all may be able to drive and vote but youll never be my equal."


"AT LEAST ALL OF MY EXES ARE BELOW ME, WHERE THEY BELONG."


"DeAnna = FAIL!"


To which she responded; "what was that? told you i would be beating you by the end of the week."


To which I responded; "Don't make me explain my motto to you: 'Speak softly and carry a big fucking stick to smack girls who talk shit with."


This is priceless, "Dear Woman, TheCelticStorm is my gift to you. Love, God."


To DeAnna, "DeAnna... where are you? I see Randy in front of my and my exes behind me. Where have you gone? I thought you were good at this? I thought you had it all figured out. One more thing, will you do my laundry and fix me a sandwich? Thanks, Not Sean"

Bet you wanna be in my league next year.